The halls were an interesting piece of work. Definitely militarily styled, efficient, speaking of the ship's nature in conflict. Athena could see rust on the walls, speaking of her age. Chances are, this was not the happiest place to be. Something had happened here, or something was happening. The ship deserved to be a museum piece, which was about the condition she was in. If the ship had been from the twelve colonies, there's no doubt it would be. That, or heavily refitted for combat, again. It couldn't be too big... or could it?

"How big is this ship, Bill?" she asked as they walked through the halls. They did seem to go on forever, surrounded by opening and closing hatches. Old style communications systems were seen now and then. She imagined it couldn't be more than a couple hundred meters. They simply didn't have that kind of technology.

"1,414 meters," he said, continuing to walk down the halls. She ignored his quick indifference to telling her anything more, in favor of examining the number. Galactica wasn't even 1,300 meters long, and they had much better technology than these people. It was... odd, to say the least.

"How many of these spaceships do you have?" She asked again.

"That's Classified." Not many. Maybe just the one. Given, that was just the assumption, but one was enough. Galactica had survived, and so far the Cylons still hadn't destroyed the fleet. One was enough for certain purposes. Still, so long yet so backwards tech-wise. They entered a corridor no one was in. Empty. She wondered why, until she looked around. There were pictures everywhere. The walls were covered with them.

And as soon as they had gone in, they were through. Back into the open. Something had happened here. She had seen pictures of kids, civilians, as well as military personnel. They were mostly civilian, actually. Something had hit these people hard. Athena had an instinct to ask, but there was no reason to. There was some kind of understanding by just being taken through there.

- - -

Commander Adama finally reached the CIC after a long walk. Athena had trailed him all the way there, asking questions now and then. He only had to give quick answers. She didn't ask about Memorial Hall, though. Maybe she knew already, or maybe she was just puzzled. Regardless, she didn't ask, and the less she knew for now, the better.

Tigh had come in earlier, and informed the crew of the switch in positions, as well as everyone else. They would now address him as 'Captain Husker,' and Lee would be called 'Command Pilot Lee,' as well as all pilots being referred to by their first name. Tigh was heading down to the interrogation room now, to talk to the Cylon prisoner. It'd be in her best interest to cooperate, and they all knew it. Except Athena, but that was a given.

"This is the CIC of the ship. Any questions?" Bill didn't know why he was so brief with it. Officially, he just wanted her to know as little as possible, but it was partially he couldn't exactly explain it. It just was. Besides, she likely knew what a CIC was.

"Are those the Scanners?" Athena asked. She pointed to one of the DRADIS consoles. It was technically a form of a scanner, but probably not the same as what she was used to. Besides, she needed to know proper terms, at least.

"We call it the DRADIS Console, but I think they serve the same purpose."

"Interesting. I like it. It looks better." 'Captain Husker' gave a quick laugh, before preparing to continue the tour.

- - -

"This is the Interrogation Room," said the Captain. She was hoping she wasn't the one to be interrogated, since Tigh was here. She was slightly relieved when she saw someone else in there. The two got a good look at one another, before she left again.

- - -

"So, was she another Cylon like yourself?" Tigh asked.

"No. She's not one of us. I've never seen her before," the Eight responded

"I hope your telling the truth, or that thing in you may not live to ever see the light of day." The Eight didn't answer. There was nothing to say. They both knew it was the truth.

- - -

"And these will be your quarters until further notice. I hope they're... accommodating enough." Commander Adama said.

"They should be captain." Athena took a look inside, after tediously opening the hatch.

"You'll have guards escort you throughout the ship. They know where you can and can't go. We'll visit the hanger Tomorrow. For now, get a good night's sleep." He said, a bit more warmly. A bit more Fatherly.

"Thank you, Captain Husker." She smiled, before closing the hatch. He began to walk back towards his own bunk when he met up with Saul. "So, what did our prisoner have to say?"

"Not a Cylon. That much I believe, I guess."

"Hmm..." Bill thought for a bit.

"What is it?" Colonel Tigh asked.

"Carolanne and I had always wanted a daughter. We had hoped Zac would've turned out as a girl. Perhaps there is such a thing as the Gods, Saul."

"So you think she's your daughter, now?"

"I'm definitely open to the possibility... but we'll have to give it a few days. See where things go. There isn't much else to explain it."

"I don't know, Bill. You're walking a fine line, here."

"We've been walking a fine line since the Colonies were destroyed. I see no reason to accept another member into the family. It'll be a while before any of the kids grow up, you know."

"Eh, I know... I just can't shake the feeling like something big is coming."